Making Moves ( Another Lesbian Love Story )

New Moves

(My First Story Ever To Be Published. I Promise To Become A Better Writer Overtime But I Hope You Enjoy!)

10 days Earlier

I had recently moved to the great city of Miami trying to find my own way away from my parents and old friends. When i first arrived and drove around a bit my first thoughts instantly strayed to how cute the guys looked at the beaches. The weather looked great and the people looked even greater. I couldn't wait to unpack and put my new bikini and fitness training to good use. Im originally from Michigan so the environment was a big change for me.

My apartment was okay for one person to live in, maybe two if they were willing to share the bed. The kitchen and lounge all blended into one room, the soft plush carpet melting into the stone tiled flooring was a odd color but i couldn't be too picky because the rent was affordable. The bathroom being in a separate area by itself, with a walk-in shower with glass doors and a small tub to the side. This was everything i needed for now until i could afford an upgrade. I opened the tall windows to let in some fresh air and started to unpack the little bit of boxes i had with me. It only took me a good hour or two to do so.

Not too long afterwards my buzzer went off, signaling my first visitor. Beings though literally just came to the city i was shocked that i already had my first visitor. Puzzled on who could this mysterious person may be I walked down the three sets of stairs to the large main door. Someone was knocking furiously on the other side so i then became curious as to who wants to see the new girl this desperately. As I approached the door, the figure through the glass looked be a man; tall, long hair possibly? I remember wondering as too whether this mystery man had any tattoos, and whether he had came by to sweep me off my feet to show me around the city. When the door swung open to reveal the complete opposite as to my first presumption.

A woman around my age stood at about six foot, choppy shoulder length black hair, wearing a black leather jacket, a graphic shirt from H&M and black ripped skinny jeans with black polo boots to finish off. The outfit looked really tough. By that point, I noticed that I had been staring at her for quite some time, so immediately composed myself and smiled briefly, leaning against the door and welcoming this mysterious girl into the foyer.

"Are you the new girl?" she asked, her eyes raking across my body, making me feel awkward and self-conscious. After it happened, I don't know why I was so nervous, It's not as if she's scary or anything; sure she's about a foot taller than me, but I'm no pushover myself. "I am, nice to meet you." I reply, holding out my hand. "My name's Alex hbu?"

"Im Emma i notice you moving in and i was just trying to lend a helping hand, but nice to meet you Alex" she spat on her hand, clasping mine with hers as I felt her spit squish in the palm of my hand. It was the most grossest shit Ive ever partaken in but i decided  to play along.

As I fought the urge to throw up from this sudden change of weirdness, I let go and
offered her inside my new apartment. " So where are you moving from ms. Alex? "
Emma asked as she admired the inside of the almost naked home, "Michigan" Alex
replies as she continues to unpack. " Well welcome to the Spanish town " Emma says
jokingly, " i can be you're personal tour guide"

Emma assist Alex in hanging up pictures and decorating for the next hour. The get to know each other a bit more during this time. Alex learns that Emma was born in Miami but raised in California but had recently moved back to Miami to pursue her photography career.

"Hey you know August Alsina?" Emma ask while leaning against the counter in the bare kitchen. " yeah he's alright i guess, why is that your hubby?" Said by Alex as the breaks down the last box. " Not exactly but i do have a extra ticket for his concert and i was wondering if you would join me? "It would be fun"she said. "Girl i barely even know you" Alex laughs " but sure i guess i could go for some fun".  " ard cool ill be right back, i have to run my friend to the store so how about you meet me at my place around 8ish okay? " Emma write her address on a piece of loose paper and hands it to Alex "Yeah sure" Instantly my danger radar went off inside my head; a concert?! Concerts mean heavy loud music, which means lots of screaming, lots of people ramming into each other in a frenzy. Concerts aren't me, not once in my life did I ever go to a concert. But as I stood there staring at her mouth as one corner slowly curls into a wicked grin, all thoughts of common sense went out the window as I found myself locking my door.